It had been a hellish week at the store. I own and operate a gay, Sex Toy come bookstore on Church Street, smack dab in the centre of the Gay community in Toronto. It seemed all the guys wanted to give sex toys to their lovers this Christmas. It is great to have all those sales, but it runs all of the staff ragged.

At seven o'clock I'd had my fill and wanted to get away from it all for a couple of hours. All I had in mind was a place to sit, a few beers and loud music. Being a Leatherman, I wanted the company of other Leathermen around me so I headed straight for The Black Eagle. Which just happens to be a few doors up Church Street from my shop. The place was busy, but not overly so yet. It would fill up pretty quickly as the evening wore on. I was greeted by a number of the guys that know me, but when I acknowledged their greeting with just a wave and a sour smile they knew I wanted to be alone. I went to the bar and ordered a beer.

I paid for the beer, took a long drag from the bottle and then headed for a table in a dark corner. I often sat in this corner, a great place just to watch the interaction of the other patrons. But this evening my mind was a million miles away and I didn't see Eric approach until he was standing right in front of me, a beer in his hand.

"May I sit, George?"

"Look Eric, I'm tired. I have had one hell of a day and just want to be alone."

"No hard feelings, George. You were right and I was wrong. I am fucking lucky you didn't have me thrown in jail."

It was obvious he was not going to fuck off and leave me alone. I had fired him way back in October for playing games with the till. He would borrow money from the till when he was broke and replace it on payday. The stupid fuck didn't even stop to consider that the till recorded every fucking transaction.

The discrepancies had started at the beginning of October and I soon saw a pattern. Every Thursday the till would be short twenty or thirty dollars, but then on Friday it would be over by a corresponding amount. It was obvious someone was borrowing from the till and then paying it back on payday.

At first I didn't have a clue who was playing the game. I know, I know, it was my own fault for not having better control over the till. Well I decided to lay a trap to catch the guy playing this game. One night, after the store closed and all the staff had cleared out, I set up a video camera aimed right at the till. The following Thursday I kept a close watch on the goings on out in the store. About an hour before he was due to go off shift, Eric brazenly walked up to the till, opened it and pulled out a twenty. He then slipped it into his pocket and walked nonchalantly out of range of the camera.

Fuck was I mad. I am not sure if it was because of the game he was playing or because of who it was. Eric had worked for me for over two years and had always been a good employee. He was a good looking kid of 20, had a well toned body and the leathers that I supply to all my employees to wear at work looked fantastic on him. I have to admit he was a walkin', talkin' hard on.

I had tried a number of times to get Eric to come to my place and indulge in some bdsm fun and games. But it turned out that Eric was a vanilla gay. He was not interested in bdsm or kink of any kind. Well win some, loose some, has always been my philosophy, so I let the matter drop.

Well too make a long story short I called him in and fired him on the spot. I cannot and will not tolerate an employee that cannot be trusted. Even though he replaced what he took, it was still stealing in my book. If he was short of cash all he had to do was ask and I would have spotted him the cash instantly. But to take it from the till is crossing the line.

"I can't change the past, I will just have to live with it," he said sadly. "But George I feel worse about having you pissed at me then I do about loosing the job."

"You were always good to me, George, and I repaid you by being an asshole. Ever since you fired me I have been living in a nightmare of self-hate. George I have to show you how sorry I am. I know you will never trust me again, but George can you forgive me?" he asked, tears filling his beautiful dark brown eyes.

Suddenly I felt like the biggest asshole that had ever walked the streets of this city.

He was sitting there looking so forlorn and miserable. As I said the kid was a walking hard on and I was getting turned on just looking at him. My tiredness and my bad day vanished; my full attention was on this beautiful boy.

I reached across the table and took one of his hands and gave it a squeeze.

"Hey, I don't hate you or anything like that, Eric. I was just very, very disappointed in your behaviour. Eric I did forgive you although you may not have thought of it that way. I had video evidence of you taking the money from the till and I could have called in the cops and had you arrested right on the spot. But I didn't."

"Yeah. But I am still feeling bad about the whole thing. I really didn't think it was stealing; after all I always replaced whatever I took. I would never have stolen anything from you, George." The tears rolling down his pale cheeks, now.

Suddenly an inspirational lightening bolt struck me.

"Would you like your job back, Eric?" I asked as casually as I could but it was difficult keeping the excitement out of my voice.

He looked up in sudden surprise, the dim light sparkling in his eyes.

"You mean it?"

"Yeah, I mean it. Do you want your job back?"

"Yes, George, I really would." A slight smile appearing on his pale face.

"Well I'll tell you what, you fucked around with me Eric and for that you need to be punished. If you agree to come to my Dungeon and let me punish you properly, you can have your job back."

I know, I know, already! I am a prick of the first order, but what the fuck! We do what we have to do and I wanted to do this boy, so fuck off and leave me alone.

He looked up and at me; the smile had vanished from his face.

"Punished! In your Dungeon? You mean you want me to have kinky sex with you?" A slight tremor in his voice.

"Well yes I would like to have sex with you, Eric. But I would never force you to have sex to get your job back. No, what I want is to punish you properly and the only place that can be done is in my Dungeon. If you want to have sex great I will oblige, but that would have to be your decision."

"George I really want to come back and work for you, so yes, if you want to punish me then I will agree. I do deserve to be punished." The slight smile returned to his face, but I could see that he was also a bit nervous about this.

"Well what the fuck are we waiting for, let's go," I said getting up from my chair.

"Now?" he asked, bewildered by my rush.

"Yeah, now. Fuck I have a store full of fucking customers and not enough staff to give good service. I need you back in the store so let's go get the fucking punishment over with so we can carry on with our lives." Fuck am I quick on the comebacks.

"Ok George, lets go."

Eric was suitably impressed when we pulled into the driveway of my house in Rosedale. Once this was a very exclusive neighbourhood in Toronto. My dad purchased the house from the original owner when her husband died. Rosedale was no longer, "Exclusive," enough for her and that was over 40 years ago. I often wondered what she would think of it now.

It is a large rambling old house and when my parents passed on it was left to me. I had converted the huge basement into the best fucking Dungeon money could buy.

Once we were inside I led Eric right down to my Dungeon. At the bottom of the stairs I stopped and turned to him.

"You will have to strip, Eric. Only Masters get to wear clothes in my Dungeon."

"But you said no sex, George."

"What the fuck has stripping got to do with sex? You are here to be punished. But you are not a Master and you cannot enter my Dungeon with your fucking clothes on. So either strip or we call the whole thing off."

Without another word Eric began to shuck his duds. He pulled his T-shirt over his head baring a nicely toned, smooth, hairless chest. He had well developed pecs and the darkest, quarter sized nipples I had ever seen on a guy. They were almost black they were so dark. I longed to bend over right there and take them into my hot mouth.

Next he unfastend the tight fitting, belt less, blue jeans he was wearing. Eric had about a 36 chest that narrowed down to a 30 waist that curved out to 34 hips. His jeans didn't need a belt to hold them up.

He pushed the jeans down revealing a pair of black jockey shorts that bulged at the crotch. It was quite obvious that Eric was getting turned on from stripping in front of me. I didn't discourage his obvious growing excitement. Rather I stared at his package letting him know that I liked what I was seeing.

I also noticed that he was a wee bit embarrassed by having to strip. His normally pale face had taken on a slight pink hue.

"Good," I thought to myself. "Eric may be experiencing his first taste of how good kinky sex can be."

He didn't bother to untie his sneakers. He just hooked a toe into the heel and pulled them off. Eric's jeans were so tight that he now had to sit down on the floor to get them off his legs. I thought this was hilarious but had to hold my amusement in. I didn't want him chickening out now.

After getting his pants and socks off he stood back up and looked at me, pleading with his eyes for me to tell him he didn't have to remove his jockey shorts. But I did not answer his pleading; instead I just continued to stare at his crotch. This of course just embarrassed him even more and also excited him. His cock was getting harder and harder.

Eric finally drummed up enough courage to hook his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down. I almost gasped when his huge almost fully erect dick popped out. Although not fully erect it stood out at least seven inches from his body. But even more astonishing was the circumference of this piece of man meat. The fucking thing was a good two and a half inches thick, now in anybody�s book that is a huge fucking cock.

Eric also had a pair of low hangers that were the size of large eggs. All and all his package was enough to set any red blooded gay man to drooling and I was no exception.

Eric however was extremely embarrassed by the whole thing and once he had those shorts off his hands immediately covered his glory.

"Ah, don't be embarrassed," I tried to say in a normal tone, but I am sure he knew I was drooling. "I have seen lots of peckers in my day, hell man I got one myself."

For some reason Eric found this funny and began to laugh.

"Yeah, I guess I must seem pretty childish, huh?".

"No not childish, Eric. It is normal to feel embarrassed when asked to strip when you don't really want to,"

"Ok, Eric you are now fit to enter my Dungeon, but there is one other thing. The moment we enter that door over there, you become totally subservient to me. You will address me as, Sir, at all times. Do you understand?"

I wasn't fooling either. In my Dungeon I am the Master. Only another Master may address me by my name once we are in the Dungeon, and Eric definitely was not a Master.

"Yes, I understand. I must always address you as, Sir."

"Good, let's go�and Eric relax. There is no reason to feel up tight about this. You won't like the punishment but that is what punishment is all about," I said as I moved towards the door.

Eric was awestruck by the size of the Dungeon and all of the equipment spread out in orderly fashion in the forty by sixty foot room. His eyes almost bugged out of his head.

"Wow!�Do you really use all of this equipment for your games?"

"Yes, Eric, I really use all of this equipment in my games. But Eric you have only been in this room for thirty seconds and already you have forgotten the rule. You must address me as Sir every time you speak to me."

"I am sorry, Geo�ah, Sir."

"Good boy."

"Now stand right here and don't move. That is an order, Eric."

So saying I went over to a cupboard on one side of the room and removed a few items that I would need for his punishment.

"Eric this is a collar that I am going to put on you. Again it is requirement that all visitors, other than Master's must wear one in the Dungeon."

I didn't give him a chance to respond, I just placed the dog collar around his neck and snapped it closed. This particular model of collar has a built in locking device that requires a key to remove and of course Eric would not get the key.

"Now place your hands behind your back."

Eric didn't much like that command, I could see it in his eyes, but he obeyed. Before he could change his mind I placed a pair of fleece lined leather cuffs on his wrists.

"Open your mouth, Eric. This also is a requirement. It won't hurt."

Eric dutifully opened his mouth and I pushed an inflatable cock gag into place. Moving around behind him it only took a couple of seconds to fasten the straps and tighten them. I didn't inflate the gag. I would leave that until I had him secured to the padded wooden horse.

Next I attached a chain leash to his collar and without a word started walking towards the padded wooden horse, which was on the other side of the room. Nor did I look him in the eye as I started to move. He would either automatically follow me or get tugged by the leash, I was now in full command.

Well Eric was not a fool, he could see the leash, which is only six foot long, begin to tighten and knew he was to follow me. That was a good mark in his favour, fools turn me off.

When we got to the bench it was necessary to place him at the foot end of the long edge of the horse.

"Now spread your legs wide apart and shuffle in until you have a leg on either side of the horse."

I could see he was now a bit nervous, but he followed my instructions.

"Good boy."

"Now bend over and lay your chest right on the horse. Get yourself as comfortable as possible."

He looked at me with eyes that now were unmistakably frightened, as well they should be.

"Relax Eric, you will be ok. Just play my game boy," I used a soothing tone to try and relieve his anxiety.

It must have worked because he bent over and wiggled himself around a bit then lay still.

I was a bit surprised. I had expected him to balk; I mean it was obvious what I had in mind. He had agreed to a punishment but he certainly had not agreed to bondage. He was now making a very bold statement. He was saying he trusted me to keep my word. I was going to have to be very, very careful if I wanted him to come back and play again.

Ankle cuffs are permanently attached on either side of the foot end of the padded horse. Once his ankles were in place it was a simple matter to bend down and attached the cuffs. A short length of eighth inch stainless steel chain is attached to the head end of the horse. An open padlock hangs from the unattached end of the chain. Moving from his ankles to the front end of the horse I removed the leash from his collar and attached that length of chain, using the padlock to secure it in place. Eric was now very effectively bound to that bench. But I was not finished yet.

Removing the key to the wrist cuffs from my pocket I unlocked the cuffs and removed them.

"Eric, drop your arms down either side of the horse. They will have to be cuffed to the horse as well."

Again without balking he followed my instructions and I quickly cuffed each wrist to the permanent cuffs attached to the horse. I stood back and admired this lush, young body that I had lusted after for so long. It was all I could do to keep myself from jumping his bones right there and then. But I did not become a highly respected Master by permitting my lust to control my actions. I would have this Boy's ass, but not before he was ready to beg me for it, and he would beg, of that I had no doubt what so ever.

As I had expected, Eric had positioned himself so his dick and balls were hanging over the end of the padded portion of the horse. His cock was fully erect now and it was throbbing. A thin silver string of precum was hanging from the tip of his swollen, purple, glans. This brought a big smile to my lips. The boy might deny he liked this kind of play but his dick said otherwise.

I wanted to make sure the boy had as much sensation in his cock and balls as possible. A good way to achieve that is to place a cock and ball harness on. So without wasting any time that is exactly what I did.

Eric began to wiggle around in protest when he felt my hands on his equipment. He was trying to speak but the cock gag, although still deflated, prevented any intelligible sounds from escaping from him. I know exactly what he was trying to say, "You said no sex. You said no sex," and I chuckled to myself.

"Relax Eric just putting a protector on so your equipment won't get hurt during the punishment," I lied.

Yeah, I am a real prick.

Eric was now ready for his punishment. Picking up the air pump bulb for the cock gag I walked around in front of him and squatted down so I could look him in the eye.

"You keep denying that you like bondage play, Eric. But your cock says different. It is throbbing and creaming all over the fucking place. But you said no sex, so no sex it will be, but I really wish you would reconsider. I think we could have one hell of a good time," I spoke quietly, almost fatherly.

"Now tell me Eric if you had stolen something from your dad, what would he have done?" I asked and then waited a few moments for him to think about it.

"He would have spanked you. Wouldn't he?"

Eric looked at me with unbelieving eyes and nodded his head affirmatively.

I told you Eric was no dummy.

"Yes Eric I am going to give you the spanking you deserve." I said this coldly and at the same time started connecting the bulb pump for the cock gag to the outside of the gag.

"I am going to spank you like you have never been spanked before, Eric. There is a big difference between stealing when you are a kid and stealing when you are an adult."

The pump connected, I started pumping up the cock gag. The expanding rubber cock inside his mouth frightened him. This time I did not use any soothing words. I just kept pumping up that gag. I wanted it to fill his mouth.

"It is only right therefore that the punishment for an adult be much more severe than it would be for a child, don't you think?"

Eric began to shake his head negatively. Suddenly he didn't want any part of this, but being bound and gagged he had no way to stop me.

"Yes, yes Eric, it must be very severe indeed. I am going to redden your ass like it has never been reddened before and I am not going to stop until I am satisfied you have learned your lesson. I can not and will not have employees that think they can just take money from the till anytime they damned well please."

Poor Eric continued to shake his head in the negative, but I just smiled.

"Did you tell anyone you might be visiting with me tonight, Eric?" I asked.

This sudden change of subject confused him. He looked at me with an almost blank stare for a moment.

"Did you tell anyone you would be coming to my house tonight?" I repeated the question.

I already knew the answer. He had no idea he would be visiting my house tonight when he approached me in the bar. It was a spur of the moment thing.

He did exactly as I had figured he would do, he shook his head in the negative. At the same time I could see the sudden fear in his eyes. Good, that is exactly the reaction I wanted. I pulled a blindfold from my pocket and dangled it in front of him. Not only was he to be silent for this game he would also play it in the dark. He shook his head trying to foil my attempts to place the blindfold but finally gave it up as a lost cause.

It was time for all this fooling around to end. It was time to get on with what I had wanted to do with this boy for the whole two years I had known him. All that waiting was over. Tonight I was going to turn Eric into a pain pig and felt no regrets about it at all.

Moving around to his cute bubble butt I laid a warm hand on the left cheek. A little shiver ran up his body and I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Then I bent over and gave the cute butt a kiss. Again a shiver ran up his body and I could hear the muffled sounds as he tried to tell me, "no sex, no sex."

I began Eric's punishment buy rubbing my hands gently over both ass cheeks at the same time. I started slowly, making sure I covered every square inch of his ass. His cock was now creaming liberally, a small puddle had collected on the floor. This was working nicely so far. But now would come the part he was going to hate. I lifted my hands from his ass, stood back a bit and then gave his right cheek a medium slap. The sound of the slap had more force than the slap itself. Eric didn't make a sound.

It was now necessary to slap each cheek in succession. I set up a rhythm, making sure I covered the entire cheek on both sides. It didn't take long before they both started to turn pink. Looking down I could see that his dick was still throbbing and leaking precum, so he was still fully turned on.

It was now time to increase the force and rapidity of the slaps. I wanted them to start to cause enough pain to make him very, very uncomfortable. The first slap with the new force brought a small, muffled grunt from him. Yes, he felt it. One or two of these types of slaps might sting slightly but after a person has had ten in a row they begin to more than sting slightly. They now sting quite a bit and Eric was now pulling at his bonds and trying to yell for me to stop through his gag.

Poor boy! Little did he know that I was just beginning. He had hours of spanking ahead of him. I wanted to add him to my toy collection and I would now use any means, fair or foul, to achieve that end. Eric would not be leaving this Dungeon until he was mine.

The boy was crying and sobbing, I could hear the sobs even though he was gagged. It was time to give him a little comfort and encouragement.

I walked up his left side, knelt down, placed my right arm over his shoulders and squeezed. At the same time I talked gently into his ear.

"It's ok Eric. Go ahead and cry. It is normal, but you do know that you need this spanking, don't you?" I know, a dirty psychological trick but what the hell.

He didn't try to indicate an answer so I squeezed/hugged him harder.

"Come on Eric. You�re not a little kid. You�re a grown man and I love you, boy. I am proud of the way you have handled yourself so far. You are not going to wimp out after only a couple of slaps with my bare hands are you?"

That got through and he slowly shook his head in the negative.

"Good boy. You do want me to continue the punishment, don't you?"

Slowly, almost gingerly he gave an affirmative nod. I could almost hear his answer, you know the way some people will say yes when they mean no. I smiled. Shit I am a rotten bastard, but I love it.

You can get too much of a good thing and I didn't want to give him too much comfort at this point. He really didn't need it. I would save up the serious comforting for when he really needed it and that was not too far off.

Although Eric was in pain from the spanking, his cock was still throbbing and oozing precum. The little puddle on the floor had grown quite large. I went over to the cupboard and brought back a piece of paper towel that I folded into quarters and placed on top of the puddle.

It was time to get into more serious spanking. I have a very nice, smooth, wooden paddle specially made for me buy an old gentlemen that hand carves canoe paddles for a living. It looks a bit like a Cricket paddle/bat and can redden a soft, cream coloured ass in no time flat. It stings like hell but does no physical damage to the slave.

Eric's ass cheeks were already a nice rosy pink, but I now wanted them a bright, flaming red. The paddle was going to do that for me. I gave his right cheek the first blow and Eric began to scream. Oh not much sound came out, but he was definitely screaming. I immediately began to rub gently over the area that I had just paddled. Eric continued to try screaming and pulled and jerked on his bounds for a few more minutes.

Once he settled down I gave his left cheek a good, solid swat. Again he began to scream and tried to get out of his bonds. But he failed on both counts. Again right after administering the swat I rubbed gently over the area.

It was my intention to give him ten of the best on both cheeks followed by the gentle rubbing after each swat. By swat five on each cheek I am sure Eric was horse from his silent screaming. I checked his wrists and ankles to make sure the cuffs were not cutting into his flesh at all. I may be a prick but I had no intention of drawing blood.

Even though he had been in quite a bit of pain, his dick was still throbbing and dribbling great quantities of precum. That piece of paper towel was now sopping wet. Again I couldn't help but smile. He might be protesting, he might be in considerable pain, but he was also still in heat.

By swat seven he had stopped pulling on his bonds, by swat eight he stopped trying to scream. He had reached that point where it is difficult to distinguish between pain and pleasure. He was no longer pulling frantically on his restraints. It was time to introduce him to some real pleaure as well.

I have this long cord, made of stuffed silk. I brought it between the boy�s legs and carefully, slowly dragged it up towards his back. It didn't touch his cock because it was behind his balls, but his balls certainly could feel the soft, smooth, richness of the material as it slid gently across.

When it dropped into his ass crack I heard a louder than expected moan from his gag. Oh yes boy, you like this. I continued pulling that little cord of silk up towards his back. I wanted every inch of that cord to travel over his balls and across his ass crack. Eric's legs were far enough apart that his rose bud was in full view. Another groan of pleasure escaped through the gag as the cord started to pass over his pucker. It was fun to watch because the sphincter muscle seemed to contract involuntarily at the first touch of the cord. It seemed as if the sphincter was trying to draw the cord in.

I continued pulling that cord slowly. Eric's muffled moans of pleasure coming regularly. At one point it looked as if his balls were beginning to contract in preparation to spew forth his load. I stopped the cord instantly and dropped it down onto his back. This boy was not going to cum until I was ready for him to cum.

Picking up the paddle I started laying the rest of the ten across his bright red ass. The first swat got him to trying to scream again. I finished off the remaining three swats to each cheek and then put the paddle down. I wouldn't need it again for a little while.

Picking up the cord I continued to pull it across his balls and ass crack. The groans and moans of pleasure began to escape from the gag again. Fuck this was fun.

Once the entire silk cord had passed over both his balls and his rose bud I placed it down on the floor beside the paddle. It was time for Eric to rest before I began round two.

Without a word I left the Dungeon, making sure I closed the door loud enough for Eric to hear. I wanted him to know I had left the Dungeon. I wanted him to now have time to consider his predicament. He had come with me without telling anyone where he was going. At the beginning of the session I made sure he knew that. I knew from experience that within a very short time of my leaving him alone he would start to get really frightened. That was what I wanted.

I went up stairs turned on the TV and sat back with a beer. I would not go back down to the Dungeon for at least an hour. I wanted that boy scared out of his fucking wits. I was messing with his head and knew it was dangerous. I could fuck the kid up completely if I wasn't careful. But Eric was a mature adult, he might be scared but I was fucking positive he wouldn�t go off the deep end just because he was left alone for an hour or so.

There was nothing but the usual crap on the TV so I kind of semi dozed as I waited for the time to pass. I don't know which of us was in the most agony. My balls were just as full of juice as Eric's and I was creaming quite a bit as well. For me sitting in front of the TV and kind of dozing in a daydream of fucking Eric just caused my cock to continue to throb and dribble precum. My fucking shorts were soaked.

At the end of the hour I got up from the chair and went out into the kitchen. I grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge and headed back down to the Dungeon. It was time to make Eric love me.

He was right where I had left him, what else would you expect. Only a fucking Houdini could escape from the horse and I knew Eric was not a Houdini type. His body was covered in a thin film of sweat and it glistened in the light from the neon fixture overhead. As I had expected he was in a bit of a state of fright. The sweating was part of the emotion; it wasn't hot enough in the Dudgeon to cause sweating unless a person was very active physically or had some sort of emotional termoil.

I grabbed a chair from against the wall and walked it right over and placed it in front of Eric's head. Sitting down I placed the bottles of beer on the floor beside me. Then reached over and removed his blindfold.

"Did you have a good rest, Eric?" He looked at me with weary eyes, but nodded affirmative.

Mmmmm interesting. He is just as big a liar as I am. I couldn't stop myself from letting a slight laugh escape as I lifted the bulb pump and turned the little valve that would release the pressure on the cock gag.

"Press against the gag with your tongue Eric. That will make it deflate quicker."

He followed my instructions and soon the air was all out of the gag. I reached behind his head and unfastend the straps holding the gag in place. I pulled it out of his mouth and away from his face.

"That thing tastes fucking awful, Sir."

"Tough shit. Here have a swig of beer that will help get rid of the taste," I said as I held the bottle to his lips.

Feeding someone a drink from a bottle while they are all trussed up in this particular position is not exactly the easiest thing in the world. As soon as he had taken the swig of beer I placed the bottle back on the floor and went over to the cupboard and got a straw and also picked up another chair on the way back. I placed the chair just under his head, dropped the straw into the bottle and guided it to his lips. He was now able to drink on his own.

After he had taken a few more drinks from his glass he looked me square in the eye.

"What are you going to do with me, Sir?" he asked, a slight edge of fear in his voice.

"Well to be honest I am going to finish punishing you for stealing," I replied in an off hand manner as though this were totally unimportant.

"But you have already beat the shit out of my ass, Geo�ah, sorry, I mean, ah�Sir."

Shit I was taking a swig from my own beer when he said that and it was so fucking funny I almost sprayed the mouthful of beer all over him. But I do have really good self-control and managed to stop myself at the very last second.

"I did not beat the shit out of your ass, boy. I have come nowhere near beating the shit out of your ass. All I have done so far is administer a few slaps with my hand and a few swats with the paddle. I would hardly call that beating the shit out of your fucking ass," I said this as roughly as I could without breaking out into hysterical laughter.

"But, Sir. It hurt so much I thought I was going to die."

"Ah, come off it, Eric. Stop trying to come onto me like you are some kind of fucking wimp. I know of girls that can take that paddle twice as hard as you got it and for hours on end, not just a couple of fucking swats. Are you trying to tell me you are so fucking wimpy that even girls can surpass you? Fuck perhaps I misjudged you. Shit I thought you were a fucking man, Eric."

He stared at me dumfounded for a few seconds. I could see that I had got through exactly as I was sure I would. I had taken him to a high pain thresh-hold and then replaced that pain with a pleasure threshold. Then I had stopped the pleasure and let him go to a fear threshold. Now I was calling down his masculinity. I wanted to get another emotional response. I wanted him to feel like a coward. A ninety-pound weakling, I was challenging his masculinity.

"Look, Eric. I thought you were a real man. I guess I was wrong. I am sorry I made a big mistake. Tell you what, I will release you from the bonds, take you home and give you a couple of hundred bucks for your troubles. But I don't think I want to see you around again. I really can not abide fucking wimps," I said in the most disgusted tone I could manage.

Hell I should have been a fucking actor. Bet I would have won a ton of Oscars.

The look in Eric's eyes changed immediately from one of resentment to one of regret.

"I am not a wimp, Sir. I can take whatever you can give. If you think I should have more punishment then please punish me. Sir. Please, Geo�ah, I mean, Sir. I am sorry if it sounded like I was wimping out. Please, Sir, punish me," Eric begged.

"You are fucking mine, boy!" I thought happily to myself.

I don't know why I was so fucking tickled. I knew right from the moment we entered the house that he would end up mine. If it had taken a month I would eventually have succeeded. I do not give up easily.

I looked into his eyes making mine the coldest steel as I could manage.

"Are you fucking sure, Eric?" I growled. "Make fucking sure you mean it because if you don't you can get the fuck out right now."

"I am sure, Sir. I want to stay. Please punish me for stealing from you, Sir," he begged.

"Finish up your beer. The gag must go back in. Do you need to take a leak?"

"Yes, Sir, I do."

"Ok, hang fire and I will get a jug for you to piss in."

I went to the cupboard and brought back a clean, one-gallon plastic jug. Our little discussion from a moment ago had really emotionally upset Eric. That is exactly what I wanted. These constant emotional upheavels would work to my advantage. Over the course of the hour he had been waiting in fear, his cock had deflated. The paper towel on the floor was sopping wet from all of his precum.

I held the jug up and placed his glans just into the opening of the jug.

"Ok, boy, let'er go."

The room suddenly erupted with the drumming sound of hot urine hitting the bottom of the jug. His urine was clear and erupted from the end of his dick with a tremendous amount of force. I had forgotten that we had drunk a beer back in the bar. Eric probably has needed to have this piss for over two hours. His fucking bladder must have been full to bursting. The jug was almost a quarter full before he finally ran out of juice.

I pulled the jug away and screwed on the top. Then I took a fresh piece of paper towel, folded it into quarters, and wiped his dick to catch any last drops of urine that might be there. Then replaced the sopping piece of paper towel on the floor with this fresher piece.

Eric had finished the beer so I pulled the chair back and out of the way.

"Time for me to replace the gag. If you are sure you want me to continue, open your mouth but don't say a word."

As expected Eric opened his mouth and I inserted the gag. I couldn't help but smile.

Once the gag was strapped on and inflated I replaced his blindfold. Eric's ass was still a nice rosy pink from the earlier paddling. I placed my hand on his ass and it was still warm as well. I rubbed his ass cheeks gently and then gave each one a gentle slap.

Just like the first time round I alternated gentle love taps to each cheek. When he began to fidget I knew it was beginning to sting. I immediately began to slap harder and faster. It didn't take long before he was crying in the gag. But I didn't stop. My hand was also starting to sting, so I changed hands. I am right handed and slapping with my left hand really is not all that effective. Mind you Eric continued to cry and try to pull away.

When my left hand began to sting I figured it was time to go to the paddle again. Picking it up I tried to give him a swat without loosing the rhythm that I had set up with the slapping.

Eric was totally unprepared for that first swat to his right cheek. He gave out a muffled scream. I didn't let that stop me. Last time I had rubbed his cheek gently after each swat, this time he would not have that luxury. Without breaking my rhythm I let his left cheek have it, then back to his right, then his left.

I counted each stroke out silently. He would get exactly the same number he got the first time, ten to each cheek.

By the time I got the entire full twenty swats laid to his backside it had turned a flaming red. Eric had screamed and cried the whole time but I did not let that stop me. I was so busy making sure I gave each swat with exactly the same amount of force and in the proper rhythm that I didn't take the time to check out his dick.

But after delivering that last swat I looked down between his legs and sure enough it was hard and throbbing. The fresh paper towel that I had placed on the floor was almost totally soaked. Oh, yes, Eric was getting a sexual high from his spanking, which is exactly what I wanted.

After administering the swats with the bat it was time to give him some thrills. I bent down between his legs and scooped up a string of precum with the forefinger of my right hand. I moved my finger to his rose bud and began to lightly move my finger around the outside.

I heard an instant intake of breath through Eric's nostrils. He hadn't expected this. I kept rubbing gently, Eric was soon moaning and groaning in pleasure, his dick throbbing even more than it had before. He was gasping for air through his nostrils. Oh, yes this boy was turned on.

I kept working his rose bud, coming close but never actually touching it. I had promised the boy no sex unless he asked for it. Well you know me well enough now dear reader to know that I was going to make fucking sure he asked for it. My, my but being a prick is so much fun.

All the time I worked rimming him with my finger I kept a very close watch on his nuts. I was waiting for that tell tale jerk that would tell me they were ready to start unloading his full load of those, sweet, juicy, little sperm in the white cream sauce. At the first sign it was about to happen I stopped cold and walked away from him.

Eric's response to my walking away was immediate. He started to try and call me back, but of course all that came out was unintelligible muffled sounds.

"Me thinks the boy is wanting to have sex with me," I thought to myself, "Unfortunately for him, I do not want to have sex with him at this precise moment in time. I will let him beg me to fuck him when I am a good and ready and not one second before."

Beating ass and turning a vanilla boy into a pain pig is hard fucking work. I needed another rest and another beer. Seeing as I am the Master and this is my Dungeon I can do whatever I fucking well want, so I went for a rest and a beer.

I didn't leave him alone quite as long as I had last time. There was no need. I didn't want to frighten him or anything like that. I just wanted him to be right on the edge and not be able to do a damned thing about it. He had more of this kind of torment to go before he would get to release that load from his now slightly swollen young balls.

It normally takes me about thirty minutes or so to drink a beer when I am not doing anything but staring at garbage on a TV screen. So once the beer was finished I figured it was time to go back down and administer some more punishment.

Eric's ass was still a beet red. There had not been enough time for the natural colour to return at all. I couldn't careless about colour, it was time to begin slapping his ass again and that is exactly what I proceeded to do.

Eric began to cry the moment I started. His ass was still hurting just as I figured it would. He still had a ways to go before this beating of his ass would become pleasurable to him. I did exactly what I had done the first two times and as soon as I was finished I went straight back upstairs. This time round I had not said a single word to the boy. I was messing with his head again.

Thirty minutes later I was back. This time I walked around and sat down in my chair facing him. I removed the blindfold, then released the pressure on the gag and removed it as well. I had brought another beer and gave him a quick swig to clear the taste of the rubber from his mouth.

"How do you feel Eric?"

"I am really turned on, Sir."

"Fuck, boy, you are not supposed to be turned on. This is a fucking punishment session for stealing."

"I know, Sir. But for some reason I am so fucking turned on I can't think straight. I have never been turned on by the idea of bondage or Dungeons before, Sir. But this is the most incredible high I have ever had."

My heart was just a singing in my chest behind my leather shirt. The spanking turned on the boy and from now on he would continue to be turned on by spanking and that was good.

"Damn!" I swore out loud. "And here I have gone and promised you no fucking sex."

I shook my head in dismay.

"But it is not your fault, Sir. I had no idea that I could be turned on by having a spanking. I had heard that some guys are, but I had no idea I could be. I am sorry, Sir. I won't hold you to your promise. I think sex would be good right about now, Sir."

"Look, Eric a fucking promise is a promise. I promised you no sex and here I have gone and sexed you up. Shit I feel fucking awful."

"It is ok, Sir. It is ok. It is not your fault, it is mine for being a fool, Sir."

The boy wanted me to fuck him but he had not come right out and said it yet. But he would, oh yes he would. And when I refuse he will start to beg again. Oh this is such a beautiful old world.

"Are you really sure the spanking is turning you on?" I asked slyly.

"Oh, yes, Sir, absolutely."

"Well perhaps we should check to find out. You know that a true pain pig never cries out his pain, and always counts out the swats, thanks the Master and asks for another, don't you?"

"No, Sir. I don't know anything about this kink stuff, Sir."

"Well it is a true measure of a pain slut, Eric. Let's try it. I will start spanking you. You must not show your pain in any way and you must count the strokes, thank me for each one and then ask politely for another. Let us see how far you can go, shall we?"

"Yes, Sir," he replied a bit dubiously.

So he was not totally convinced himself. Interesting, well he was going to know for sure in just a few minutes and I was going to make damned sure he did. I would gage the power of each stroke to make sure he wanted another. I think they call this positive reinforcement. Oh how I love Pavlov.

I picked up the paddle and gave his right ass cheek a good, medium swat. It would hurt but not overly so. I wanted to make sure he did not cry out. This session could not have any negatives it was crucial that he continue to be turned on from this spanking. I would increase the force of each stroke as we went along making each one was just a tad more painful then the one before.

I was hoping that I could get him up to a full twenty strokes, ten to each cheek without him crying out. His ass should be numb enough from the earlier spankings for this to work.

"One, Sir. Thank you, Sir. May I have another please, Sir?" Eric called out in a clear voice.

I obliged.

"Two, Sir. Thank you, Sir. May I have another please, Sir?"

And so it went. By the twentieth stroke he was having difficulty holding back the yelps of pain, but he managed.

"Twenty, Sir. Thank you, Sir. May I have another please, Sir?"

"No, Eric I think you have had enough. Shit you are wearing me out boy," I said as I made my way around to sit and face him.

"Fuck I am so proud of you, Eric. It takes a real man to get twenty strokes with that paddle and not cry out his pain even once."

I leaned forward and placed my lips on his. The moment our lips met his mouth opened and his tongue met mine. I was in complete control of this kiss. He wanted to push in deeper to me but I held off slightly. Let him reach for it, let him want it with every beat of his heart, let him grovel for it. This little fuck was going to become my prize slave. I had many more games I wanted to play with him and I would.

His breathing was really laboured now, as was mine. The moment I had been waiting for all these years had finally arrived. The moment I pulled my lips back from his he was going to beg me to fuck his ass. The poor bugger had no option, I was making absolutely sure of it.

I kept the kiss going for a little while longer and finally moved up close, pushing my tongue as deep into his throat as it would go. He reciprocated and that was my cue to pull away. I knew beyond any doubt that he now needed to feel me inside him. I would oblige but he was going to have to beg me for it. He had to leave here in the morning believing that it was he that wanted this right from the beginning. I wanted him to believe that he coerced me into breaking my promise. That would ensure that I could get him back into the Dungeon.

"Don't stop, Sir. Please don't stop. You taste so good, Sir," he cried out when I pulled away.

"I can't Eric. I promised you no sex. I can't break my promise," I replied sadly, putting as much emotion into it as I could.

"But it is ok, Sir. That was before I knew that I would like something like this. That was when I thought you might get me down here and rape me, Sir. But I don't feel that way any longer. I want you to love me, Sir," he said and meant every word of it.

But I was not ready to relent yet. I needed to give him more of that positive reinforcement.

"I don't know, Eric. It seems so wrong to break a promise. I have never broken a promise to anyone in my entire life and don't want to start now."

"But fuck, Sir. You did keep your promise, Sir. Just think for a minute, Sir. Our intention for coming here was just to give me the punishment that I deserved, right?"

"Yes, Eric."

"Well, Sir, you kept your promise. You brought me here and you gave me my punishment. You have kept your part of the bargain, right?"

"Yes, I think so." I replied again feigning ignorance on where this was going.

Actually I was amazed at how clearly he could reason in his current condition. This boy was one intelligent, dude.

"Well, Sir, are you satisfied that you have given me the punishment I deserved?"

"Ah, yes I am pretty sure you have been properly punished for your miss-deed." I answered.

"Well then, Sir you kept your promise. Your promise was only in regards to the punishment. The punishment has now been successfully administered. We are now on fresh ground. You are free to make love to me if you really want to, Sir."

My but this boy was quick. Shit now I am wondering who is playing mind games with whom. But I am also turned on and I want to fuck his ass so it is time to stop the bullshit and get on with it.

"Yeah, I guess you are right, Eric. We are starting off fresh."

I leaned forward and kissed him deeply again. This time when I pulled away I got up and placed my hands on his back, letting them slide gently along the curve of his back as I moved down to get between his legs.

My hands kept moving, until they reached the flaming red cheeks of his firm, bubble butt. Tracing the contours, feeling the heat emanating from the so recently spanked areas. Just the sight of the hot, flaming red ass caused my cock to throb unmercifully. After rubbing gently over that ass for a bit the fingers of my right hand began to move down the crack of his ass, seeking that most precious spot.

When my fingers touched the rim of his rose bud Eric gave an involuntary gasp of pleasure. Leaning down I spit onto his love hole then let my forefinger touch it for the very first time.

"Ah�ohhh�ohhh�ohh�" Eric moaned out his pleasure.

I pulled off my codpiece and just happened to look at it at the same time. The insides were soaked with my own precum. I had an idea and grasping the codpiece leaned over him and placed the codpiece right in front of his luscious lips.

"Eric you have made a mess of my cod, clean it up."

Without hesitation Eric began to lick up the sweet seminal fluid that covered almost every square inch of the codpiece. My own cock, throbbing and pulsing in tune with my now rapid heart beat pressed tight up to his crack and I just couldn't help myself from gently humping the crack as Eric cleaned the cod piece.

Thoughts of Eric were now passing into that twilight zone as my own lust began to take over. I needed release and at this moment I really didn't give a shit about anything but achieving it. The codpiece fell from my hand as I leaned back and grasped the boy�s hips. The head of my throbbing meat slid down the boys crack as I leaned back and I stopped it just as it reached his rose bud. Copious streams of precum were freely flowing from my piss slit, covering his opening in a glistening coating of natural lubrication.

"Please untie me, Sir, so we can both enjoy this," I heard Eric say from what seemed miles away.

I ignored him; I was now in full heat and couldn't stop even if I had wanted to. I pushed the big purple head of my six and a half inch cock tightly up against the entrance to his love canal. Then gave a single, forceful shove, driving my hard throbbing phallus deep into the boy�s innards. My balls slapped hard against him and I winced at the sudden jolt of pain that erupted from them.

But that pain was not enough to bring me out of my lustful haze, in fact it only added to it. My hips withdrew, pulling my cock all the way out and I slammed it home again. My need was so great that I set up a faster than normal rhythm. Making each in stroke as hard as the one before. At this rate it would not take long before I would be spewing my load deep inside this beautiful body.

The hard massaging of his prostate was eliciting moans and squeals of pure animal pleasure from Eric. I could just make them out in my fogged consciousness. Well at least he was enjoying it as well even if I wasn't trying all that hard to please him.

Eric was in a much greater need than I was. After all I had been tormenting him for hours. His balls were full and wanted release desperately. That hard pounding of his ass and the constant, fast rubbing of his prostate brought him to the top of the mountain quickly and he began to shoot.

It was a single scream or howl of pure animal that escaped from Eric's lips that actually caused my own balls to lift in their warm little sack and begin to shoot my own pent up lust deep into his bowels. Squirt after squirt of my hot seed shot into the boy. I was in such ecstasy that I did not even bother to try counting, I only know it never seemed to end. Eric was squirming around and crying out his pleasure as we both sated that deep seated need that had held us both in bondage every bit as secure as the shackles that held Eric to the table.

After I shot the last of my load I collapsed on top of the boy, gasping for air. Sweat was pouring from my body in long rivulets, dripping down and mingling with the sweat from his body. As my system began to return to normal I could feel Eric still breathing very heavily beneath me and realized that he must be having difficult catching his breath with the weight of a two hundred and twenty-five pound hulk lying on top of him. Although I didn't want to move just yet I forced myself to get up and let the boy catch his breath. I had already taken a risk of loosing him by not making sure he was enjoying it as well. No sense adding to that.

I walked around and sat down on the chair near his head and waited for his breathing to return to normal.

"Now let this be a lesson to you boy. Don't you ever fucking steal from me again."

The End.

This story � by Rob Allie, 2004, all rights reserved.

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